Tuesday, 30 September 2014
BLIND
Saturday, 20 September 2014
* by a traveler #5 *
Sunday, 14 September 2014
Scripts of success
The evanescent night bid goodbye
as dawn peered through the raven.
Tingling with my tiny eyes,
it indolently pervaded over my belongings, as if a spy.
Disdainful of this spy, I was awake.
I grew enraged and I despised dawn,
after all, my treasure was lost,
not in the benign night, but in this compelling dawn.
Yes, I lost my dreams to this nasty spy.
I was engulfed in my puerile delirium,
when the green rustling leaves,
the high flying garrulous birds,
the humane chaos,
the scattered yellow rays
and the pristine blue sky
exhorted me to embrace the rising dawn,
to mould the realm of my ebullient dreams into scripts of success.
Good Morning
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
The cloud and the river
The cloud waded through air,
to adore his love down
where a river frolicked amidst the meadows.
Their love suffused to depths,
It was in the agitated chirping high above,
In the violent swaying of leaves hitched to twigs
and in the evocative redolence of lilies.
Inamorata, his river was frisky,
It bullied with the pebbles,
and peeped through every fault in the rocks.
The cloud was somber and silent
Resting on the pinnacle, it serenaded, albeit a coarse voice echoed
High above, it embellished the blue vastness
The young love Thrived
The river rose, then the cloud drained
and they mingled into each other
casting a cycle of eternal love,
A cycle of ubiquitous love.
Saturday, 6 September 2014
--dream--
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
* destiny *
I was agitated,
why am I not perfect,
why do I stumble down,
why do I've to rise up,
when my heart whispered low,
and it throbbed for long,
disarming the chaos eating me.
It started off uplifting me, mending my impaired strength.
It peeped back in the past, popping out a bevy of jiffs when it was elated
I saw my smile curved along with my heart's.
The chaos had collapsed, only the debris left,
when I slipped into my reverie,
thinking of them who had tied their emotions with me,
who bore the thorns of my destiny with me,
who wished to see me on the pinnacle.
I rose up again
To foster the smiles of some,
To enrich the trust of some,
I rose up again,
Intrepid of all stumbles,
Embracing every day of my destiny.